So unaffectionate

So insecure

You claim to know, a thing or two about heartache

And what it’s like, to have your insides pulled out



And I believe you!



I see it every time, your pallbearer’s pallor is

Obscured by the darkness (The darkness)

Dancing across your face (Across your face)

And when the blackness veils, your eyes, in pain.

I know what it’s like when memories make you wince

And love letter read like obituaries

And photo albums, are the books of the dead

I need no reminders (No more reminders)

I’ll forget the past and lay it to rest!



If I had my way I’d cut

The calluses off your

off your breaking heart

If I could get past the sternum

Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you 

I’m holding your heart in my hands

The reason it still beats!



Am I being too cryptic?

Am I being too obscure?

Am I being too cryptic?

Am I being too obscure?



Love kills! Romance is dead!

And I don’t even trust myself, but I love you!

And you can pull my wings apart

And pin me down under glass until the end of days!

If it can help you discover that we share the same pain! 

I just hope you write your thesis before

Your subject is dead

No life after death!



If I had my way I’d cut

The calluses off your

Off your breaking heart

If I could get past the sternum

Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you 

I’m holding your heart in my hands

The reason it still beats!



If I had my way I’d cut

The calluses off your

Off your breaking heart

If I could get past the sternum

Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you 

I’m holding your heart in my hands

The reason it still beats!





                           by krizbamFTW